What's to tell you
when normal comes naturally?
Fleshy webbing
Rots separate, yet so alive
They found holes inside
We've got holes inside
Sights so awful
They stole the colour from your hair
They found holes inside
Grubs in muscle
It sends a chill right up my spine
They found holes inside
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